Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.